Coves

I. Two hulking copper forms,juxtaposed in memory if not in space,Rise up and offer a silent memorialTo death, the sea, and the tides of time.In one cove loomsthe battered iron torso of a shipAnd scattered lies in severed evidencethe thundrous power of driving wind of sea in storm.In another reststhe twisted wooden bulk of amishapen whale,learing gothic tribute tothe patient power of age and toil,weariness and death.II.She who feeds on thesmallest forms of lifeso in turn becomes their food.We who live in the flow and ebb of timein our turn shall beconsumed.